


Found You

by haoships



Series: Love and Letter [3]
Category: SEVENTEEN (Band)
Genre: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Angst and Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, M/M
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-08-05
Updated: 2020-08-05
Packaged: 2021-03-06 01:40:08
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,950
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25725250
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/haoships/pseuds/haoships
Summary: "It's you.""It's me."
Relationships: Jeon Wonwoo/Xu Ming Hao | The8
Series: Love and Letter [3]
Series URL: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1859167
Comments: 2
Kudos: 48





	Found You

**Author's Note:**

> This is my fist attempt on "soulmate" au please be nice.
> 
> Mind the dates.. they're kinda important.
> 
> This is kind of a continuation to my Call Your Name (Say Yes) but it can definitely still stand on it's own. I would recommend that you read that first for the full experience, though. 😊😊
> 
> 💎💎💎  
> Not beta'd  
> Came out of nowhere  
> English is not my first language  
> 💎💎💎
> 
> Kudos/comments are greatly appreciated 💚💚

_Dear Future Boyfriend,_

_Time will come when I will tell you everything I have been through, so when I do meet you, you will see that I will not be the best person to talk to.. because I am not at my best. I have been hurt and scarred and now I am scared.. scared of being hurt and scarred all over again._

_You see, it’s been a never ending cycle for me.._

_Boy meets boy – boy falls in love – other boy cheats – boy gets his heart broken – repeat_

_So if you could see how traumatizing these all have been for me, then good, thank you._

_I am taking my time to put all the broken pieces back together. Because I have now come to realize, no matter how cliché this may sound- only time will heal.._

_I am doing this not only for myself, love.. I am doing this for you.. for us. I want to be the best version of myself when I can finally trust myself to love again. I gave in so easily with my other relationships and I see very well where it left me. Stuck- either at the bottom of their feet, or had me wrapped around their little fingers._

_I may push you away. I may give you an attitude sometimes, but thank you. Thank you for staying. Thank you for choosing to understand where this is all coming from. Thank you for sticking around like a chewed up gum, not going away. Thank you for knowing my worth. Thank you because you promised you will be honest with me no matter what the circumstances are. Thank you for taking my bruised and beat up heart and giving me a brand new one. I love you._

_XMH_ _12/30/19_

Wonwoo sticks the expired gym membership card back in between the pages; it’s a pretty good bookmark if you ask him. He would have dog-eared the page if it were any other book. It isn’t any other book. It’s someone’s diary he found lying on the street on his way home four years ago. He initially picked it up because of the cover of the book. There’s something uniquely pretty about it. One look at the cover and any art loving person would know it’s one of a kind. The self-made one-of-a-kind type. The uneven size of the front cover, the texture, the color- it’s like Paul Jackson Pollock himself has risen from the dead to either please or mess with your eyes. It wasn’t until after three months when he actually started paying attention to what’s in it.

__

_Dear Self,_

_You never learn, do you? You knew it would end up this way. You could have done something about it before it’s too late. Before you had your heart broken again. Grow up! When will you stop being pathetic?_

XMH 10/21/18

Wonwoo thought it was pathetic at first. Writing a note to oneself. Whatever he read made it even more pathetic, if you ask him. _Whoever this is, is just plain stupid._

Despite his initial judgment, he kept on reading. There’s nothing better to do anyway.

_Dear Self,_

_You did well today. You held your tears back and showed him you’re okay. You showed them you’re okay. Good job!_

_I hate him. I hate him so much for breaking my heart. He told me he’s not like any other guys. He told me he’s different. You’re stupid for believing him. You should have known! You should have known! I hate you!!_

_XMH_ _11/05/18_

_HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY X_X110718XX_X_

Wonwoo didn’t know what it is that made him want to read more. He knows this is someone’s secret and he feels guilty for invading someone’s privacy like this. He finds himself reading the diary only when he’s absolutely sure there’s no one else around, and only reading with his eyes. He knows he should stop but he couldn’t.This dilemma reminded him so much of Eve and The Serpent. _This must be what Eve felt like before she took a bite off that forbidden fruit._

_Today was interesting, huh? The basketball team captain? Really? I mean, I know I’m not ugly but I’m not the best looking either. The BASKETBALL TEAM CAPTAIN???? Is the world coming to an end?? Maybe I should tattoo today’s date on my forehead. January 4, 2019? 4 thJan 2019? 010419? 040119? Wait.. the last two are confusing. Haohao are you finally getting lucky???_

Wonwoo scoffs at the ridiculousness he’s reading. Just a few months ago, this guy is cursing at himself, calling himself pathetic and now he’s gushing over the basketball team captain. _I wouldn’t be surprised if you start bawling your eyes out again._

_I’m not sure what to feel right now. One part of me wishes I never found out the truth about that bet. Like, wow, I got played? I don’t know why some people find it amusing to laugh behind other people’s backs. Making other people the butt of their jokes? I WAS THE JOKE. And for what? A week’s worth of lunch? FUCK. I should have known this was coming. It was just too good to be true._

Wonwoo feels a pinch in his heart, reading this entry. For the first time since reading the diary, he felt really bad for this guy. Reading the entries has somehow given him a picture of Haohao’s (he decided to call him just that, he thinks it’s a lot better than XMH) personality. He’s a bubbly, nice person but he should really stop falling in love so fast and falling for guys that will only bring out his insecurities. He doesn’t know how old Haohao is but he thinks he’s younger than him and he somehow wishes he could do something to help him a little. Give him advise. Let him know someone is willing to listen (instead of writing everything down and risk losing it and having a nosy guy like himself find it and read the fucking diary shamelessly, sorry, not sorry). And like the shameless guy he deems himself to be now, he continues reading.

_Another part of me is just thankful that this blew up even before something started. Before I fall head over heels for him. GOD. That would have been even more embarrassing than this. More heartbreaking than this._

_Haohao you should really stop. Stop it. Just stop. Please. JUST STOP. Stop embarrassing yourself. Stop being so pathetic. NOBODY WANTS YOU. WHY CAN’T YOU GET THAT IN THAT THICK SKULL OF YOURS? JUST FUCKING STOP!_ _X_X012319X_X_

Wonwoo feels his heart break after reading that day’s entry. He was wiping his eyes dry when he noticed a dark brown blotch at the corner of the page and his heart sinks at the thought of it being Haohao’s blood. He surely hopes it wasn’t.

The following entries became lighter; going out with a few friends from university to watch Bohemian Rhapsody (a novel about how it would be nice if Freddie Mercury did not die young and how his influence would really change the world), visiting a dog shelter (how much he wanted to bring home that baby yorkie), someone asking him out (which he rejected because he looks like a player- Wonwoo had to applaud him for this), visiting an art exhibit with some classmates and a few more.

Right now, he’s reading about Haohao talking about a part-time job he got as a barista at a mediocre place. Wonwoo finds himself laughing at how the boy writing in his diary is thankful for the opportunity his job gave him that he wouldn’t get anywhere else.

_I mean, if I was working in Starbucks I wouldn’t have time to work on my art. Imagine being paid for a six-hour shift, serving not more than twenty customers and working on SCHOOLWORK AT WORK. Those Starbucks baristas can never! <3 071719_

“Hyung?” Wonwoo slams the diary shut and shoves it under his bed. He got so engrossed in reading that he didn’t hear his housemate knock.

“Sorry, I knocked but there was no answer. I was just wondering if you still want to go to the exhibit? Today’s the last day.”

Wonwoo was on his feet even before Mingyu finishes his sentence.

“Yeah! Come on! I’ll drive us.”

Wonwoo’s been meaning to go to the art exhibit but never got around to it. His housemate, Mingyu, is one of the exhibitors and he’s reminded him so many times about his “plan” to visit. Now that he’s thinking about it, for a while, he thought reading Haohao’s diary is more interesting than going to the art show. He was having these thoughts while looking around the small auditorium when a particular art caught his attention.

The art is very pretty, in the most abstract way. The textures are so raw he thinks he could feel it even without touching. The contrast of colors against the black base paint is so pretty it reminds him of looking at lighted buildings under the night sky from afar. It’s another one of those Pollock inspired ones but he felt a strong connection to it. When he looks down at the bottom right corner of the painting, he feels the hair at the back of his neck rise. There’s no mistaking it. There, written in white paint are the initials XMH.

Wonwoo looks around. He doesn’t know who he is looking for, or at least, he doesn’t know what he looks like. He feels his heart race at the thought of possibly seeing the boy he’s been reading about. Just the mere thought of being in the same place as him makes his hand sweat a little.

He walks around apologizing and bowing slightly to those few he bumps shoulders with, his neck stretching ever so often trying to look for him.

_This is crazy, you don’t even know who you’re looking for._

_“Attention. The exhibit will close in fifteen minutes. The exhibit will close in fifteen minutes. Thank you for visiting and please support our local artists. You can find the artists’ details on the pamphlets located near the exit. Thank you for coming.”_

Wonwoo did not waste time and makes his way to the door where he finds what he was looking for. He quickly scans the names and there it is: **Xu Minghao.**

Wonwoo spots Mingyu talking to a lanky guy just next to his own art. Mingyu waves him over when he sees him.

“Wonwoo hyung, this is my friend Myungho. He’s an exhibitor too.” Mingyu introduced them with his big puppy grin. Only when Mingyu waves his hand at his friend did he really see him.

Wonwoo was taken aback by how pretty he is. He looks so soft and gentle. Funny how these words are exactly how he would describe his little smile.

“Nice to meet you.” Myungho offers his hand for a shake. Wonwoo thinks his voice shares the same descriptions as his smile and his face.

“N-nice to meet you too.” Wonwoo stutters a little, shaking his hand. _Damn even his hands are soft._

“Well, I wish I could stay longer but I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow Gyu?” Wonwoo watches as his eyes crinkle just a little.

“Yeah! Same time? These frames will be so hard to get down.” Mingyu answers, frowning at his hanging work of art.

“Maybe your tall friend here could come and help. If he’s not busy, of course.” Myungho smiles at him and Wonwoo thinks his heart skip a couple of beats.

“I’ll be here!” He answers almost instantly earning him a surprised look from Mingyu,

“Really hyung?”

“You sound like your friend here does not help out too often.”

“I volunteer at the cat shelter sometimes.” Wonwoo offers almost too eagerly. _Stop embarrassing yourself._ He thought to himself.

“A cat person. Nice. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Bye Gyu!” Myungho says walking backwards before fully turning around and jogged off.

“What was that about?” Mingyu asked, a knowing smirk on his face.

Wonwoo wills the blush away from his face. “Nothing. Let’s go. I’m hungry. You’re cooking.”

Wonwoo ignores the protests and whines coming from the younger in favor of sketching Myungho’s face in his memory.

“So, Myungho?” Mingyu says while stirring the pot.

Wonwoo curses under his breath when he almost dropped the plate he was holding.

“What about him?” He asks, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. Mingyu only scoffs.

“He’s single. Has been for a while. Last relationship was his breaking point. Can you believe all his exes cheated on him?” The change in Mingyu’s tone tells him they at least have the same thoughts. Because really, how can someone cheat on such a beautiful man? _Those fuckers better be looking like the Greek gods or something._

Wonwoo keeps those thoughts to himself of course.

The questioning was put on a hold when Mingyu’s boyfriend announces his arrival.

Wonwoo went straight to his room when Junhui offered to do the dishes. He took out the pamphlet from his bag and scans it for another name. Wonwoo didn’t think Mingyu mentioned what Myungho’s family name is so he took his time in reading through everything. He gets a little bit annoyed at how his eyes would get dragged to a name that is not Myungho’s. He’s not sure if that’s the reason why he couldn’t seem to find the other boy’s details. After ten minutes of reading through the same names, Wonwoo gives up and pulls the diary from under his pillow and resumes his reading.

_Our class spent some time outdoors today. Prof said it’s to get inspiration but I think that’s just an excuse to go to the flea market and go crazy. That’s okay though. I found some pretty interesting stuff myself._

_I found a journal. Well, I think that’s what it is at least. The leather cover is what really got me to buy it. It looks like it’s made out of cow skin leather, but I’m not so sure. It looks pretty old._

_Anyway that’s not why I am writing this.._

_There were a few entries on the journal. I felt kinda bad for reading but.. I don’t know why.. I couldn’t stop.._

Wonwoo chuckles. “We’re not so different after all Xu Minghao.” Wonwoo realizes he likes the way the name rolls off his tongue.

_It’s sad. Everything about the journal is sad. I felt my heart breaking with every word. He lost the love of his life. He didn’t know he got sick. He only found out when a friend of his love came to visit him to tell him the bad news. His love died and left everything for him. He talked about how the man took care of him when no one else did. He talked about how this man made him feel complete. He talked about how loved he felt when he met him, something he wasn’t used to getting._

_I wonder why life had been so cruel to him. He found the love of his life but he was taken away too soon. He left him a letter to explain why he’s been gone all those times. The love of his life asked him to find him in their next life as he would do the same._

_It’s crazy how I felt so much connection to him just reading what he wrote. I felt his heart breaking. I didn’t realize I was crying until I was done reading everything. You know what the craziest thing is? We have the same initials. He signed it with XMH, just like how I do._

_If there is a next life, I hope they find each other again. It’s what they deserve._

_XMH_ _11/23/19_

Now, Wonwoo is not one to believe in soulmates. He respects the idea, but he thinks it’s not real. But somehow, he finds himself wishing the same for XMH and the love of his life.

Wonwoo got ready early the next day. There’s no way he will not show up to help Mingyu after what he said to his friend. Also, the thought of seeing Myungho again gives him an unexplainable feeling. When he got to the auditorium, he finds Mingyu already setting up the stepladder against the wall.

“Hyung! You really came!” Mingyu grins, relief on his face.

“Well, I did say I will come to help.” Wonwoo answers, looking around, hoping to find the face he has sketched in his mind last night.

“Looking for someone?”

Wonwoo jumps at the sound. He turns around and feels heat spread from his neck to his face when he sees him, dressed in an oversized sweater and ripped jeans.

Myungho seemed a little taken aback by Wonwoo’s reaction and chuckles a bit.

“I didn’t think you’re the jumpy type.”

Myungho proceeded to climbing up the other stepladder to help Mingyu get the frame down.

“Hyung, a little help?” Mingyu cuts through his reverie. Wonwoo assisted by supporting the frame’s weight as the others get it down.

“What’s the point of having a boyfriend if he can’t even come over to help?” Myungho says in a teasing voice.

“Junhui _has_ work.” Mingyu whines as if it’s been the subject even before Wonwoo arrived.

Myungho only giggles, shaking his head.

“What about yours?” Wonwoo finds himself asking. “Shouldn’t we also take care of that?”

Minghao steps down, dusting off his sweater when he’s on the ground.

“Nah. We already took care of that. It’s already in the van.” Myungho answers with the tiniest smile on his face.

Wonwoo thought it was such a shame that he didn’t get to see Myungho’s work. He’s been curious about it on the way here.

Wonwoo joined them for brunch after. He finds himself being drawn to the younger’s voice and stories. He was sure Mingyu’s paying him extra attention if that smirk on his face is anything to go by. Wonwoo just tried his best to ignore the knowing looks he’s getting. He has Myungho’s number saved on his phone when they got home.

**You:**

_Hi! It’s me, Wonwoo, Mingyu’s housemate._

It didn’t take long before his phone dings.

**Myungho:**

_Hey. I didn’t think you’d message this soon._

_Damn it. Did I seem too eager?_ Wonwoo panics.

**You:**

_I was just..bored._

**Myungho:**

_And you thought of me because you were bored? I’m not sure how to feel about that._

Wonwoo smiles a little at that. _Are we flirting?_

**You:**

_Yeah. Why else would I be messaging you_?

**Myungho:**

_Mean. But okay._

**You:**

_I’m kidding. So, what kind of art do you do?_

Talking to Myungho was so easy he didn’t notice the time. He only realized how late it was getting when the younger excused himself to prepare dinner.

**Myungho:**

_I promised my housemates I’m taking care of dinner tonight in exchange for supporting the exhibit. Some friends, huh?_

**You:**

_Oh wow. I’m sorry I didn’t realize the time too. Hope I wasn’t too much of a bother._

**Myungho:**

_You weren’t. No worries. But I really have to go now. Will message you when I’m free from slavery_

**You:**

_Lol. Good luck with that._

With nothing else to do now and Mingyu out, Wonwoo decided to go back to his reading.

_I think that journal is cursed. I don’t know what’s happening but after reading from it, I’ve been getting these weird, hazy dreams. It’s so hazy I can’t remember much but there’s always a house, somewhere in the countryside, I think? It looks like a farmhouse at least. And there’s a boy. I don’t know what he looks like but, I feel like, I know him. Does that make any sense? Am I going crazy? I mean, it would have been okay if it was just one time but I’ve been having the same dream for weeks. This is so weird._

_XMH_ _121419_

Wonwoo froze when he noticed the date. He crawls off his bed to pull a shoebox from under his bed. He quickly rummages through it before he finds what he’s looking for.

He unfolded the paper and stares at a sketch he did of his own. It’s not as good as Mingyu’s but it’s decent, he thinks. He will never forget that night. He woke up from his sleep with a jolt. He had a dream. It wasn’t a nightmare, at least he doesn’t think so. All he knows is he had grabbed his pencil and when he couldn’t find a clean sheet of paper, he tore a piece from a then-still good calendar on his desk. When he’s done sketching, he found himself looking at a silhouette of a boy. He made sure to put the date on the paper too. December 14, 2019.

_Dear Self,_

_I’m proud of you. I think you have grown so much. Maybe that journal wasn’t cursed after all. I still don’t know what it is but aside form the dreams, you’re much calmer. You’re taking better care of yourself too. There’s something about it that kinda.. made you realize things you never thought of before. About love and life in general. Self love. XMH, despite being hurt overflows with so much love he has for his guy. It’s funny how someone’s pain became some kind of a comfort for me. Well, that didn’t sound right.. but.. you know what I mean. XMH had nothing going on for him. Getting by everyday by working hard. Didn’t have lots of friends..well, there were no mentions of them at least, except for that one lawyer guy who is originally his man’s friend. Two months. That’s all they had together. But damn. Those two months, he was the happiest. The love of his life was taken away from him months after they were physically close to each other. It’s amazing how he didn’t end up hating life after he got taken away from him. I feel so embarrassed now, crying over people who did nothing but hurt me. They did not deserve my tears. I promise I’ll take even better care for you from now on._

_XMH_ _121819_

_P.S It still feels weird knowing I share the same initials as that guy. But thank you, whoever you are. You’re my hero._

Wonwoo was amazed at how time just seemed to fly by. Before he even realizes it, it’s already December.

Just two months ago, he met Myungho at the exhibit and it’s crazy how much they have bonded already. They would hangout even without Mingyu. Myungho would come over sometimes for a movie night. The younger would not stop apologizing for not being able to invite the older over. There’s always too many people in their house and he knows Wonwoo isn’t that big with crowds. Wonwoo’s just thankful that the younger’s not forcing him to just deal with it.

For two months, they have gotten to know each other quite well. Myungho turns out to be a funny guy despite the mostly stoic façade and tiny smiles. Wonwoo remember the first time he’s seen the younger smile so genuinely he could swear his heart went wildly beating in his chest. He’s not surprised at his own reaction though since those tiny smiles are already doing things to him and his poor little heart.

Wonwoo’s nervous. Minghao invited him and their friends over for dinner. Tonight will be the first time he’s meeting his friends too.

“Aish hyung. You’re not a boyfriend. Nothing to worry about.” Mingyu teased when he voiced out his concern.

He found himself standing in front of Myungho’s shared apartment, waiting for the door to be opened.

“Gyu! Long time no see!” A smiley guy greets them.

“Seokmin! It’s been a while. You already know Junhui, this is Wonwoo, my housemate.” Mingyu hugs the guy as he made the short introduction.

Seokmin smiled so wide at him he couldn’t help but feel warm.

“I’ve heard so much about you!” Seokmin says shaking his hand.

“Nothing too bad I hope.” Wonwoo finds himself smiling at the thought of Myungho talking about him.

“Believe me! They’re all good.” The other answered, as he ushers them inside.

Wonwoo’s eyes landed on the big framed piece of art hanging on the wall and he feels his throat run dry.

“You guys made it!” Wonwoo tears his eyes away from the painting and meets Myungho’s eyes. The younger smiled so bright and he maybe forgot where he is for a sec.

“Come on! Everybody’s in the kitchen. We could use more help.”

Wonwoo stares at his hand in Myungho’s hold as he drags him to the kitchen to meet everybody.

Dinner was great but the people are even better. He found out that the nerve he felt about meeting everybody is unfounded and mentally slaps himself for not meeting with them sooner. His favorite would have to be Seokmin and his boyfriend Soonyoung, both were big balls of energy and they’re very funny too.

They’re back in the living room when Mingyu caught him staring at the framed artwork.

“You’ve been staring at that since we came.”

Wonwoo spared him a glance before bringing his attention back to the painting.

“I saw this at the exhibit. I didn’t think Myungho would have this hanging on his wall.”

Mingyu scoffs. “Why wouldn’t it? It’s his piece.”

Wonwoo feels his whole body tense up.

_I must have heard that wrong._

“What did you say?” He asks, turning to face the younger.

“That’s Myungho’s. He made that.”

“But, the signature..”

Mingyu seems to get what he was trying to say when realization shows on his face.

“Ohhh.. yeah.. he uses his Chinese name initials to sign his work.”

“Xu Minghao.”

“Yeah! I thought you knew that already..”

Wonwoo zones out after that. He finds himself walking towards a door that turned out to be a balcony, feeling his heart drumming wildly in his chest. His mind can’t seem to process how the world is working either for him or against him. He reaches inside his bag and opens Haohao’s diary. He quickly scans the pages, his eyes catching familiar and unfamiliar words; _ex, cheat, hurt, pathetic, I hate you, journal, dreams,art, painting, preparing for exhibit, one dream coming true._

Wonwoo wasn’t sure what to do with the new discovery. His heart is still beating loudly in his chest. He opens the diary to where his bookmark is and started reading.

_Dear Future Boyfriend,_

_Time will come when I will tell you everything I have been through, so when I do meet you, you will see that I will not be the best person to talk to.. because I am not at my best. I have been hurt and scarred and now I am scared.. scared of being hurt and scarred all over again._

_You see, it’s been a never ending cycle for me.._

_Boy meets boy – boy falls in love – other boy cheats – boy gets his heart broken – repeat_

_So if you could see how traumatizing these all have been for me, then good, thank you._

_I am taking my time to put all the broken pieces back together. Because I have now come to realize, no matter how cliché this may sound- only time will heal.._

_I am doing this not only for myself, love.. I am doing this for you.. for us. I want to be the best version of myself when I can finally trust myself to love again. I gave in so easily with my other relationships and I see very well where it left me. Stuck- either at the bottom of their feet, or had me wrapped around their little fingers._

_I may push you away. I may give you an attitude sometimes, but thank you. Thank you for staying. Thank you for choosing to understand where this is all coming from. Thank you for sticking around like a chewed up gum, not going away. Thank you for knowing my worth. Thank you because you promised you will be honest with me no matter what the circumstances are. Thank you for taking my bruised and beat up heart and giving me a brand new one. I love you._

_XMH_ _12/30/19_

He closes the book and stares at it. He didn’t know how long he’s been staring. He feels as if he’s underwater, everything around him sounds muffled and his chest seems to be screaming for air and that’s only when he realized how hard his heart is beating.

“There you are.”

Wonwoo whips his head around, his eyes grew wide at the silhouette. It’s him. It’s been him all along. The boy in his dreams, in his sketch from a year ago.

He didn’t seem to be the only one with that expression on his face though. He realized Minghao has a certain look in his eyes too. A mixture of what he thinks is shock and relief.

“It’s you.” He hears Minghao whisper, tears starting to form in his eyes.

“It’s me.”

__

“Wonwoo?”

The said man looks up and found Minghao squinting at him.

“Oh my God when are you gonna stop reading that?” The younger sighs exasperatedly, walking to where he was seated. Wonwoo opens his arms and pulls him by the waist until his husband is seated on his lap.

“What? It’s cute.” Wonwoo chuckles, nuzzling his husband’s neck.

“It’s embarrassing! That’s what it is!” Minghao whines.

“It’s fate. That’s what this is.”

Wonwoo didn’t believe in soulmates. Looking at the man in his arms now, he thinks anything is possible. They did find each other again, after all.

**Author's Note:**

> Thank you for reading!
> 
> @haoships on twt


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